Follicle lyrics

[Verse 1: Infinite Sidd]
First of many rappers with a slick tongue, a b*tch hung
Over his shoulder, never looked colder
This a toast to all those who chose to spit
Don't sweat, don't stress, we the lonely kids
Don't lose your hair over this, just comb the sh*t
Sin, we don't atone to that, tone your skin
Look good, feel good, like a million
Tell me, how you skin a chameleon when he feeling himself?
That's a paradox I think of while me and death in a staring off
I fare him a goodbye, reach over and tear his arm off, surprise!
Mudaf*cka

[Interlude]
His hair falling, wind blowing
Skin showing on the pavement
Blisters on his knees replacing the hatred
He smiles with a grin. Oh hey, hi, how you been?
Oh say, Jesus, how you sin?
Souls gone, now I'm dead...
Now I'm dead